Post by rushy on Jun 30, 2014 8:56:03 GMT
By special request ..... thread copied from Bradford Forum 
Our outing to Carlton Tench Lakes
Ronny decided we should have a final day out before the start of the River season and see if we could get some of the big fish reported to be in Carlton Tench Lakes.
"At least if we don't get any big uns - we're bound to catch a few " says he confidently
And so it was to be .......
In a dusty bedroom somewhere east of Bradford
Meanwhile - having set off at 2am the Geordie boys were on their way having a sing a long as they crossed the border avoiding passport control
Somewhere in a quiet little village near where all the Pike live , there was movement and shufflin
Just one last thing to load and we were ready for the off .... full of anticipation and excitement
45 minutes later we arrived at the venue ......... starving but looking forward to our sausage sarnies ..... then disaster
Ah well, not to worry - lets get tackled up and cast in. Ronny and his Dad had already had a couple and Ronny had lost a couple but we won't mention that
John Auster had been there since 5am
with Rushys Porky Quill - bound to catch now Mr Crabtree style 
The pegs were chosen
" I'll have this one " said young Nat before either Brent or Me had chance to open our mouths.
Ten minutes later ......
And fifteen minutes later another one ............................... and ten minutes later another one
The rest of us were struggling - especially me and Brent - it must have been 110 degrees centigrade by 10am and coming straight at us
" Hey Geordie Boy, I've got another green fish " shouts Nat
Just what Ronny wanted to hear as his goal for today was to get a PB 5 pounder
It was all to much for me ........ I just had to get away, relax, gather my thoughts and start afresh
And so the lads battled on in the midday sun whilst I was elsewhere recuperating. They managed to snaffle a couple more between them, Ronnys Dad coming good with a couple of nice 5 pounders.
Then Nat stopped catching to look up
I just couldn't take it any more - something had to be done
Then I had a plan , Ronny was used to this sort of problem and he always had a solution to everything so I gave him a call whilst I contempleted ending it all by hedge trimmer
While we plotted the dissapearance of young Nat the fishing wasn't getting any better
As I returned to the venue , poor Brent was really struggling - he wasn't happy about the lack of sausages but it was just getting worse
Well, everyone was struggling apart from the Trench Kid
He eventually had time to go console his old dad
Meanwhile Ronny was getting desperate and his mind was wandering
Just as we thought it was going to be more biteless hours , the fish fed for 4 and a half minutes and we nmanaged to catch some Tench
Well, all of us apart from Brent who was by now flapping about in 2 foot of water shouting "Save me , save me , Nat I'm drowning "
But Nat was with me and the other successful Tench guys having a joint, a couple of Vodka shots and looking at some "fishing magazines" Ronny was trying to get him to take home.
A long day out - a strange day out - a hard day out - a hot day out but most of all a GREAT DAY OUT
Cheers Guys ...................... and well done Nat ............. make sure you hide those fishing magazines Ronny gave you
Our outing to Carlton Tench Lakes
Ronny decided we should have a final day out before the start of the River season and see if we could get some of the big fish reported to be in Carlton Tench Lakes.
"At least if we don't get any big uns - we're bound to catch a few " says he confidently
And so it was to be .......
In a dusty bedroom somewhere east of Bradford
Meanwhile - having set off at 2am the Geordie boys were on their way having a sing a long as they crossed the border avoiding passport control
Somewhere in a quiet little village near where all the Pike live , there was movement and shufflin
Just one last thing to load and we were ready for the off .... full of anticipation and excitement
45 minutes later we arrived at the venue ......... starving but looking forward to our sausage sarnies ..... then disaster
Ah well, not to worry - lets get tackled up and cast in. Ronny and his Dad had already had a couple and Ronny had lost a couple but we won't mention that
John Auster had been there since 5am
with Rushys Porky Quill - bound to catch now Mr Crabtree style 
The pegs were chosen
" I'll have this one " said young Nat before either Brent or Me had chance to open our mouths.
Ten minutes later ......
And fifteen minutes later another one ............................... and ten minutes later another one
The rest of us were struggling - especially me and Brent - it must have been 110 degrees centigrade by 10am and coming straight at us
" Hey Geordie Boy, I've got another green fish " shouts Nat
Just what Ronny wanted to hear as his goal for today was to get a PB 5 pounder
It was all to much for me ........ I just had to get away, relax, gather my thoughts and start afresh
And so the lads battled on in the midday sun whilst I was elsewhere recuperating. They managed to snaffle a couple more between them, Ronnys Dad coming good with a couple of nice 5 pounders.
Then Nat stopped catching to look up
I just couldn't take it any more - something had to be done
Then I had a plan , Ronny was used to this sort of problem and he always had a solution to everything so I gave him a call whilst I contempleted ending it all by hedge trimmer
While we plotted the dissapearance of young Nat the fishing wasn't getting any better
As I returned to the venue , poor Brent was really struggling - he wasn't happy about the lack of sausages but it was just getting worse
Well, everyone was struggling apart from the Trench Kid
He eventually had time to go console his old dad
Meanwhile Ronny was getting desperate and his mind was wandering
Just as we thought it was going to be more biteless hours , the fish fed for 4 and a half minutes and we nmanaged to catch some Tench
Well, all of us apart from Brent who was by now flapping about in 2 foot of water shouting "Save me , save me , Nat I'm drowning "
But Nat was with me and the other successful Tench guys having a joint, a couple of Vodka shots and looking at some "fishing magazines" Ronny was trying to get him to take home.
A long day out - a strange day out - a hard day out - a hot day out but most of all a GREAT DAY OUT
Cheers Guys ...................... and well done Nat ............. make sure you hide those fishing magazines Ronny gave you
